It's a pretty simple word to describe a lot of different people in my life. I enjoy the fact that I am blessed with several friends in my life, some closer than others but several none the less. That didn't always seem to be the case. Growing up I didn't seem to have many friends. What I did have was what seemed like a cousin. No she and I are not really related. Her aunt married my uncle before either one of us were born (Thank God for Uncle Mike and Nanny Fern) The best part about this union was that Jodys family was now my family and my family was now her family. Before we ever even knew it God was making us best friends.
Mom has told me more than one story of how Nanny would come get me for days, and keep me until my mom was nearly begging for me back. Mom didn't drive so Nanny used that to her advantage. I love my momma more than anything, but I am glad that Nanny built that bond and always took me. I am gonna guess that it was so much time spent with Nanny that my friendship with Jody was formed. There is a picture somewhere of Jody and I as little babies (if I had found it you would also see it here). She is a bit younger than me (I won't say how much because being old still gets to her a bit) but as long as I can remember she has always been the constant friend in my life.
I remember us being yelled at to stop running in the house, or kicked out of the kitchen because her grandma was cooking only to be called back to eat at the table and then do dishes. Some of my best memories are from playing at grandma and grandpa Thulins house with Jody (and the other cousins) rolling down the hill in the back yard, hiding in the closet from Londa or Bub, building tents in the house with sheets and blankets, pretending we were pregnant and using the riding lawn mower hood as a surgical table to cut open a belly and get a baby out (raise our shirts and take the baby doll that we stuffed there back out) We had pretty wild imaginations :) Christmas time with her family was just like Christmas with mine except it was on Christmas eve. I remember oh so very much. Getting in trouble for getting dirty for playing in the creek that was in Nannys yard when she lived across the street from grandma & grandpa Thulin. Oh and I drove by that street not so long ago and that hill in the back yard well it is not near as high as I remember it being, not sure how we rolled down it and that creek that the banks were taller than us and we thought we were out of grown ups site yeah that creek...well from the road and the yard of both houses you can see all the way down it. That is probably why we were allowed to play there sometimes because we were never really out of site (dad gum, sneaky grown ups)
She moved back to Oklahoma after high school. I was old enough to drive and got to go see her more now that she lived in Oklahoma and our friendship appeared as if we had never been apart.
|'95 we all look like babies|
In the next few years after high school and her moving home I met the man of my dreams she was my maid of honor standing right there beside me reminding me to breath, holding onto Stephens ring so I wouldn't loose it. She never complained(to me anyway) about a thing (even those crazy dresses I had picked out, or how much taller the groomsman was than her as silly as it looked) her and her momma done up all the wonderful flowers for my big day and they were great. She did the best job at being a best friend that day.
|'96 on Jodys wedding day. |
She was such a pretty bride.
Fast forward one year. Stephen and I were out for dinner for our one year anniversary and guess who we ran into...that's right. My dear friend Jody and her boyfriend John (Jike). We talked for a minute and we went our own ways. Now I don't remember if it was the next day or a few days later she told me that he proposed to her that night. We both thought that was sweet that she got engaged on my anniversary.
|just a few weeks ago |
(wow we look just the same as we did back then)
NOT!! he he